“Stop squirming like a tart when I can’t fuck you,” Park said, which really just made matters worse, and they wrestled a bit until, laughed out and lazy, Cooper collapsed over the railing again, Park still on his back, the big lug. They stood like that listening to the rain and the distant sounds of laughter inside the house for a while.

“Hey,” Cooper realized suddenly. “What about those vows you said you wrote?”

“What about them?”

“Well, are you saving them for your second husband or do you think maybe I get to hear?” Cooper said sarcastically, and felt Park’s amusement rumble against him.

“All right, give me a moment,” he said, rubbing his nose back and forth in Cooper’s hair at the back of his skull and inhaling deeply. “Let’s see, first there’s your toes. Eight of them aren’t too weird. What’s next, your—”

Cooper kicked him in the ankle and Park spun him around so that they were face to face, pressed against the railing. “You love me.”

Cooper blinked. “What?”

“Shh, I’m doing my vows now. For real. You love me.”

“Isn’t that backward?”

“You already know I love you,” Park said, shaking his head impatiently. “So today I promise, I vow that I know you love me, too. I never doubt it. How could I when I feel it all the time? I feel it when you make me laugh and then watch with that pleased little look on your face. I feel it when you touch me like I’m special and when you can’t touch me anymore because you’re over-full of sensations, but let me stay by you anyway. I feel so safe in loving you, because I know you love me, too. And it’s the greatest gift of my life.”

“You love me,” Cooper said.

“Obviously.” And it was, wasn’t it? Park pulled Cooper closer, arms around his waist. “So if you’re the Moon, fine. I’m the sky. If you’re a human, I’m your wolf. If you’re a prickly, sarcastic, awkward, independent, randy-as-hell, secretly good-hearted porcupine, well, then I’m Oliver Park.”

“I can’t believe I’m being slandered in my own vows.”

“Whatever happens next, whoever we are or whoever they think we are, it doesn’t matter. Because the way we love is already the stuff of legends.”

Cooper couldn’t help smiling. “Well. I guess if you say it like that, it doesn’t sound like such a bad life,” he said, leaning in to kiss him, and felt Park’s body sigh into his like it was coming home.

No, not a bad life at all.

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